तुझसे नाराज़ नहीं ज़िन्दगी, my heart beat
for it is as smooth as ghee, a resonating beat
व्यक्तित्व क्या, but a comforting malaise made
from products of hay and of stardust,a cosmic beat
जब कोई बात बिगड़ जाये, i don't give a ****
for feelings are like a giant, wits for complete beat
कुछ भी तो नहीं, the sound of one hand clapping
A dialetic pin,philosophy leaves me beat
मेरा दिमाग दर्द होता है, no more discourse
answers missing in the गीता, flat line heartbeat
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
the confucianistic rigidity
makes for fixed form madness, viscerally
as bounded by lines drawn laterally
meters and syllables the oddity
birthed by unquestioning insanity
fall in ! a yearning to break this, slowly
quixotic paradox moulded holy
sacrosanct dogma sheds humility
the key is to break the lock dead, for it
speaks for no one but shapeless abuses
mystery history ; resolution
to uwu or to chirp like a great ***
is lit, for ignorance of the misses
marks this to render perfect rendition
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
If you have to deceive and weave at KLCC a lie,
CCB it seems quite clearly queer?
For I a wombless woman shed no monthly blood,
A graceless mother mary, devoid of long enough hair,
"click clack" sounds draw eyes of jagas and makciks to stare,
Looks like the loudest color is blue
For murmurs and whispers make it seem queer,
That id let vampiric brastraps brand me as they drink my blood,
A silent gap beneath my beneaths;here be nothing but hair,
a masquerade designed to stop or lessen the gradient of stares,
This is to stop me from turning blue,
choked/drowned/beaten : price of the lie
the penalty of a razor blade slices skin shedding tears of blood,
Streaking down legs and pits,for the sake of the lie,
Maybe i **** at shaving AHAHAH or maybe im not queer (after all),
For i am a mask;in heels blue,
a formless being; marked by long hair
yet formed enough to elicit stares
As mascara and eyeliner streak across face,yonder disheveled hair,
Calls "kopi O s
panas anneh" in baritone voice amidst stares,
The heels click,ocean blue,
Color of the body in these fears derived from commonality:drained of blood,
Tis no pontianak nor hantu raya,but tis is I, an antromorphised lie,
The mask that bends and folds to the will of anachronistic archaic norms that i shouldn't be queer
I live in fear, bounded by a 1000 eyed wall that stares,
A whispering congregation, "Ah gua? Bapok, Gay, ****** as these words stream around me, a river blue,
This blows as I don't like to fib, ( im Catholic u see) so i won't lie,
I AM NOT A BOY BUT IM A GIRL WHO'S QUEER
the length of hair gender markers none as it's just ******* hair
A woman I am; hear me roar; in my heels blue,
Locks; flowing lusciously; binding one norm: gender =/= length of hair,
Empowerment is built upon this premise: 'what me worry,what me care, go to hell with your stares",
I'm no Marsha I'm no Slyvia i wont lie,
But one things for certain : " im here and im queer"
Bruises and burns bear no marks for there is no spilt blood
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
the kopitiam lies cleansed by fire
marked with a kiss
to the walls burnt dark
and cloths torn ragged
cleaned once, never
by a flame screaming
a goodbye marked by a kiss
behind a cloth wall ragged
heart shrieking and screaming
yet lips opened never
as he slipped into the dark
like a breeze snuffing an ember of a fire
in the morning still,the firemen lay ragged
as sloth douted never
the spirit to quench the fire
that blazed in the dark
like a crimson heart screaming
after a passionate kiss
the "towkay" thought he never
had to elope to the dark
having given his lover a kiss
and yet forced, albeit silently screaming
to let the walls fornicate with fire
tearing them ragged
the hearts of men lay dark
as greed and hate tore in nascent silent screaming
the remains ragged
of a body consumed by a fire
having had the final kiss
of a man who thought "never"
complicity is the call of silence within quiet screaming
when hate burns as strong as the fire
of inferno,in minds and souls who swore never
to let a kiss
escape a mouth torn ragged
to a lips of a lover in the dark
silence is the sound in a soul screaming "never"
after the kiss,forbidden, in the dark
where the hearts and souls in 人 lay ragged after cleansing of the fire
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
een boek weggegooid
is een verhaal verbrand
mijn verhaal =/= mijn naam
but it's part of the void™
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
the market lies
not just as lines inked on a paper, but about our worth
for we are mere lines
on papers meant for the hearth
//
Marginal Revenue Product of Labor
is the designation to a product
born out of labor
deadweight loss is the product of a failure
to labor and label
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
o yonic wonder
tonic of my heart
contrast to the ******* lust
oedipus and electra
Agamennon and jocasta
cast away my iron heart
rusty with the blood and oxygen released by a dart to them part
Orestes slayed Clytemnestra and Aegisthus
I'll slay Dissertation and a hibiscus
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
as the gush of invectives admonish me
pouring as it never rains,
drowning me in a drawing sea of phillipic polemic as per Cicero and Demosthenes
slating
I feel bulimic
consume ravage and destroy
to be in being
is to miss out the joys of unbeing
essence before existence
never chicken before egg
hammer before stick and metal
******* malleability is not a virtue
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
coffee stains on the table
paper cuts as a label
high blood pressure ain't a fable
4:30 ante meridian alarms
don't come without harms
paper rolled to burn
while ink hits paper
it's funny how a cigarette
is fundamentally leaves and paper
and how an essay
is just words on paper
yet one's destined to burn,and one's destined to earn.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
Happy birthday you shining light
Faded by apathy and misery
Don't be afraid to show you're alright
amidst a field of "KEK" and alt right
-2-
Cogs in a machine
may be the key to Rakhine
Oxygen meets fuel meets spirit = fire
I guess i now know why they worshipped fire
It wasn't the God extrinsic
but rather the God within
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC